This is a song about "Good lif"

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

I was born with a good fate and a good beginning

Cause these kids never learn of the good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

No forgive him for your own good

This information is vital, look

From hollywood to the hood

But i guess its all good

Better than your bitch would

If you think lil wayne's good,

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Or maybe i'm just too good

Ensue the yard, white lawmen rest good,

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could